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Vegan. Vee. Gan. No animal products. At all.
If it had a face, fins, fur, or feet, it is not something we will eat.
For at least 30 days.
Starting tomorrow.
I intend to blog it.
If you’re not interested in hearing about our vegan experiment, you might want to tune into a different blog for the next 30 days. Might I suggest one of the blogs I link to in the right column. They’re pretty good. And I’m pretty sure they all eat meat.
This Sunday I was awakened by Nora’s early morning rambling at about 7AM. Pretty much every morning she wakes up in the same manner…which is to say that she’s speaking before she’s fully awake…that’s how much this child talks. She likes to recount the previous days’ activities…and/or the phrases she’s recently heard. Usually Larry and I lay in bed laughing our asses off…because it goes something like this:
Hello. Nora ride the zebra. Tina ride the dolphin. Uh huh. Go to Walmart! Put the shoes on! Yeah! Okay. Daddy poop a pants. Is a icky. Change a poopy diaper. Uh huh. Go see Grandma B! Go Bob’s for breakfast. Get da po-ta-toes. See Aunt Deb. Yeah! See Pixel! Okay! Get gochies. Go IGA. Ride in da top a da cart. Wanna ride a horsey. Okay! Get the suitcase. Hold on. Go tick or tweat! Next week. Be fun! Okay!
I think she’s going to be a play by play sportscaster when she grows up.
Me: Nora, next week is Halloween.
N: Is a Haaoween.
Me: Right. And on Halloween you get to go trick or treat.
N: Tick or Tweat.
Me: Uh huh. You’ll put on a costume-
N: Cossume.
Me: Yep. And go to houses and say trick or treat. And people will give you candy.
N: Be fun!
Me: Yeah! It’ll be fun! We’ll go for a big walk.
N: Take a car!
Me: No, we’ll-
N: Take a suitcase!
I think this shows that my child is intelligent beyond her years in that she’s figured out that taking a car will allow her to cover much more ground than walking. Also she is sadly mistaken about how much candy she’s getting.
The fat lady she’s a warming up. But Obama’s rather large lead in the national polls is not what this letter is about. No, this letter is about last night’s debate. The opinion of almost everyone with a pulse was that you had to come away a big winner and Barack pretty much just had to resist the urge to call you a freaking jackass. I don’t know how he did it…stayed so composed I mean. He looked Presidential. You looked childish. Along with those observations, I’d like to offer a few more…
1) Bringing up Sarah Palin’s special needs son in reference to her ability to lead the country was completely RIDICULOUS. While I’m sure her struggles as a special needs parent are many, they do not make her capable of being the President (or Vice President for that matter). We know that she’s a mavericky game changing hockey mom…and we know that her son has Downs Syndrome…not autism. Oops.
2) Remember when Barack said, “Even FOX News disputes it, and that doesn’t happen very often when it comes to accusations about me.” That was a verbal bitch slap. He got ya on that one. If FOX disputes it you should pretty much let it go. Go back to insisting he’s a USA hating Muslim terrorist…I think FOX is still perpetuating that one.
3) All that huffing and puffing into the microphone…and the eyerolling…and the disgruntled crotchety old manness you were up to? Made you look terrible…and potentially a little crazy…and definitely pretty obnoxious.
4) The interrupting. Completely rude. And annoying. And not very Presidential.
5) Joe? the plumber? If his income is over $250,000 a year? He can afford to pay a little more in taxes. Although I question just how busy of a plumbing business he’s running if his income is over 250K. And BTW (that’s by the way in internetspeak…internet…you know on a computer), a little factoid I found says According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, the mean annual wage for plumbers, pipefitters and steamfitters in the United States in 2007 was $47,350. He wouldn’t face higher taxes under Obama.
6) The patronizing tone when you say things like, “I admire so much Sen. Obama’s eloquence” is kinda snarky. I’m on to you on that one. You don’t admire his eloquence anymore than I admire George W. Bush’s eloquence (assuming he can even say eloquence).
Signed,
A Mama for Obama
(from Ohio)
This morning I had to put a chicken in my crockpot. I had to remove the goodie bag of disgustingness. I had to rinse it out. I had to remove a FEATHER that was still attached. A feather. Still attached. Words cannot describe the grossy grossness. I did all this with sandwich bags on my hands. And it was still nasty. And gross. And if my mom wasn’t on vacation I would’ve had her do it for me. She doesn’t mind repulsive chickenness. And I love her for that.
this child hasn’t fallen out the damn window yet. She loves to sit on the little ledge when the window is open. Once she pushed back far enough that the screen popped out of the corner and has since been gorilla glued back into place and then some. Did that scare her? No. When the window is open, she and the cat both make a beeline for the ledge. Here’s a short video of her (and the cat if you notice) in the window today:
what a toddler does with 30 seconds and an un-attended camera…
Not bad shutter time, huh? There were these 10 along with three others that were solid black (they might have been of her eyeball). She’s a rapid fire photographer.
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